Sunday, September 13, 2009

Meeting Dad and Playing House

Meeting Dad and Playing House

Being 30 carries with it some serious changes in the way people perceive YOU and the way YOU perceive others. Today was my Grammas 75th Birthday and so there was a BBQ to attend. Last Monday I took LSBoy over to their house to help me fix some of their broken electronics. This was the first batch of my family LSBoy has met and it went well. I consider my Grandpa to be very perceptive and he is a really good judge of character. After a few hours of male bonding my Grandpa was in love. I received no less than 20 texts/emails/voicemails asking me to ask LSBoy questions about one thing or another. They are old and they really enjoy company but more than that they enjoy people with half a brain that can reload their itunes and debug their computer. You see I just don’t have the patience for it and if I can’t fix it in two minutes…well I don’t fix it.
I digress.

So, I woke up this morning and decided I would give LSBoy and out. I told him he didn’t have to go if he didn’t want to but unfortunately he asked me if I wanted him to go. I really didn’t want him to go—because I was dreading with all my rotten heart making him endure my family. He came.

We walked in and the house was full my ENTIRE family was there. Most were pleasant no one was phony or too nice. My uncle was friendly, my aunt was her usual sweet self and then my dad came sauntering in.

My Dad and I do not have that “Honey get the gun” relationship. You know the whole scenario where the daughter brings the boy home and the dad asks the mom to get the gun. He trusts me and has never really had any issues with the guys Ive dated. SO WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WTF GOT INTO HIM TODAY? I won’t go into great detail but my Dad TRIED to grille him and I was utterly shocked. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even face him. He was flat out rude and I caught him staring LSBoy down. Fucking weird. I think my Dad is pissed that I introduced LSBoy to my grandparents before him? Or may it is because I am 30 and my dad is fearful that this might be it? Or maybe it is because he felt threatened because LSBoy is nothing like the other dipshits Ive dated in the past? I have no idea but it hurt my feelings and embarrassed me.

After this bullshit went down we drove around looking at houses. (not for us) We noticed a lot of activity. Families were out front doing yard work, playing, visiting, walking etc. The people looked to be in their early 30’s and I got this horrible feeling of dread in my gut. One day that WILL be me and I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. Looking at these people working on the yard, who are my age, and playing house scared me. I’m getting fucking old and I am not growing up. Honestly, I don’t know if I will ever be that girl. I’m what you call a LATE bloomer. Not married, no kids, no career, still in college for fucks sake. I am the one the family complains about to their friends and co-workers because I haven’t provided any grandchildren or anything at all for that matter.

1 comment:

idwsj said...

I don't think there's ever that magical "ah-ha, I'm a grown-up!" moment.

As for grilling parents ... I can sympathize, truly I can.